Arc, Who Goes There? (Part 1)
Transformers (Animated) Verse
Rating: G
Characters: Sari, Prowl & Co.
Disclaimers: I DO NOT OWN TRANSFORMERS! gosh.
A/N: Takes place after "Transwarped" in Season 3 of TFA. After that...er...artistic license anyone?
Sari slumped to the cold, concrete floor wearily as she watched Prowl yet again perform a series of smoothly executed movements that should have not been possible for a solid metal being. She felt a deep sigh start in her chest and did her best to repress it.
She was tired. She was cold. And she wanted nothing more than to climb into bed and forget the cyberninja's stupid katas.
As if summoned by her thoughts, a pair of black and gold-lined pedes blocked her wonderfully dull view of the ground. With a wince, she chanced a glance upward and was met with a frown from her teacher.
"Sari, you must pay full attention if you ever hope to grow as a warrior." Prowl reprimanded.
Sari finally gave into the heavy sigh that she had been holding back. "I know, Prowl, but this really isn't getting me anywhere."
The thin line of the ninjabot's mouth turned down slightly. "I realize you may be frustrated, but in order to gain mastery of your upgrades you must first learn control over yourself. That will take time, hard work and discipline."
Sari felt more than saw Optimus shift along the wall to her right. "Prowl makes a good point, Sari. We are only doing what will be best for you, both now and in the future."
"And help you stay out of trouble." Ratchet couldn't help, but add in his grumbling sort of way. "We don't want you using those thing-a-ma-bobs again and taking out half the city."
Sari crossed her arms protectively over her chest and frowned to match the medic. Thankfully Bumblebee and Bulkhead were out on patrol or else she knew they would be chiming in as well. She loved them both to death, heck, she loved all of the Autobots, but lately they had been overwhelming. There seemed to be this joint campaign going on at the Autobot's base to "Teach Sari Control."
She felt a surge of anger at that thought, probably from her new 'teenage hormones', but she did not care anymore. Enough was enough.
"Yeah, well nobody has stopped to ask what I want or how I feel about all of this." The last was directed at Prowl.
Expressionless faceplates met her statement. Frustrated at the lack of reaction, she threw her hands up in the air. "God! You know, whatever. I am done with your guys' training. I have much better things to do right now. Like sleep!"
With one last, parting stomp of one small, yellow boot, the techno-organic turned smartly on her heel and marched out the front door.
Prowl gave an exasperated sigh, hand pressed to his faceplates. As if preparing for a solo battle with the Decepticons, he squared his shoulders and prepared to coerce the small femme back into the warehouse.
A large, blue servo landed on his shoulder plate before his was able to get more than a few steps. "Perhaps you should give her some space, Prowl." The young Prime spoke soothingly, "We have been expecting a lot out of Sari. I'm sure a small break won't cause too much harm."
The ninjabot gave a sigh before relenting. "Fine, Optimus. But we start again first thing tomorrow morning."
Smiling broadly, the Prime nodded once before releasing the mech's shoulder and making his way out of the training room. Ratchet gave him one last look as well before muttering to himself about 'young punks' and following him.
Sari gave a few more stomps of her boots as she stepped outside the Autobot's base. The action helped to release some of her frustration and make her feel a little better. Looking out to the horizon, she could see the sun was already setting over the city. Each of her breaths came out as little, white puffs of mist. The winter days were getting colder and the nights were even worse.
Of course I end up spending the WHOLE day training! Thanks, Prowl. Ever heard of taking it easy?
Her less than pleasant thoughts towards Prowl were cut off abruptly by a sharp turn that her insides decided to take. The young techno organic put a small hand to her chest. Sari found that lately her body seemed to manifest physical pains to go along with how she was feeling. Her new modifications had done strange things to her mind and her emotions, almost creating a division at times. She found that she would boil over quickly when upset, but only a few minutes later all of that anger would just disappear. The same thing if she was really happy or sad. It was just...strange.
A small frown creased her mouth as Sari put her head down and headed slowly away from the Autobot base. Some snow had stuck from the night before and was now making squelching sounds under her bright, rubber soles. A quick glance back told her that no one was following her, although her sensors (and wasn't that just weird) would have easily told her the same. It was just another adjustment that she was having to make. She wished that there was someone that she could talk to about all of the million and one things that her upgrades had done to her, but who?
Squishy step-by-step, the tiny femme made her way to an old oak tree that sat, empty of all leaves, a few lots down. Stopping at the base, Sari cast a look up to the tree's top. Whereas the large tree always seemed almost matronly and welcoming to her with its thick, strong limbs and large stature, the bare limbs just seemed to echo Sari's loneliness. She felt more separated now from her Autobot friends than she had when she was no more than a simple, little human child playing hero in their world.
With a deep sigh that she felt all the way to the soles of her feet, the dark-skinned girl leaned wearily against the huge oak and stared blankly at the brisk evening sky of Detroit. The rough and uneven push of bark against her back could be felt through the thin backing of her jacket, but it did not even register to her. The quiet left way too much room for her thoughts, leaving her with nothing to think about, but her life, her friends...just...everything.
A deep blue blanket was beginning to overtake the sky when Sari finally emerged from her personal reflection. Realizing that she had run out of light and not wanting to risk a search party she straightened up to head back in. A creak from above reached her audios and a scattering of dead leaves swirling down upon her made the small femme look up instinctually.
Only to let out a startled scream that abruptly cut off, leaving only eerie silence and a lonely tree.
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